The East

The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

What's You'll Find Here

Downtown

Downtown

The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

Inner Sanctum

Inner Sanctum

This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

Red on the Water

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

The Bakery

The Bakery

The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?166.137.136.75Posted On October 28, 2017 at 11:17 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN

She’s only partially aware of the uncomfortable position she put Arlo in. Miya didn’t realize he would feel so adamant digging through a woman’s purse. She might have laughed at the absurdity of it but her attention is entirely captivated by the reddened skin on her leg. Her brows drawing inward in concentration, she hardly looks at her roommate even when he hands her the tube that he retrieved. Mumbling her thanks, she pops the cap off and begins to generously lather it on her leg, a sigh of relief at the instant cooling sensation. Careful to make sure she doesn’t let it get on anything else, she turns so that the small woman as merely perched on the edge of the tub. Noting that Arlo is standing in the doorframe, watching her a bit warily, she begins to rattle off the thoughts that cross her mind. What she doesn’t expect is the detailed information Arlo provides her.

She wished she had a notepad right now. Yet, Miya was afraid if she asked him to retrieve one for her, he wouldn’t be so obliged to talk. So, she sits in silence, listening attentively to him, taking in as much as she could. “Well, are you territorial? And don’t…,” she pauses, a crease in her brow, she couldn’t say the damn word, if she said it, it made it real. She was still banking on this being a dream. “Don’t you guys eat humans? Or suck their blood? And in that case why am I not dead?” She asks, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer. As he drops the term “Hunter”, she doesn’t think it was some guy with a bow and arrow hunting a deer in the forest, so, she interrupts again. “What’s a Hunter?” Her doctor’s mind already spinning what small amount of information Arlo provided her. As he finishes, she can see an almost horrified expression cross his features as he whips out his phone and googles the meaning of “dissect”.

Shaking him off impatiently, “I don’t get it, you just told me your blood heals humans. There’s no way that I’m the only one in the medical field that knows this,” she mutters almost to herself. After a moment of contemplation, her narrowed eyes flick up to him, “And no I don’t work for the government. If I worked for them don’t you think I would’ve known what you are already?” She grimaces. “Plus, you’re more likely to get a tranquilizer from me,” she admits already thinking about all the experiments she could perform. “Still, I think I’m going to wake up tomorrow and this is a dream,” she shrugs. If she were dreaming at least she could go about trying to save lives still. “I thought a bite from one of you guys would turn someone? Is that a myth?” She questions, her mind traveling back to the information he shared. Thinking about the idea of farms has her cringing outwardly. She thought of herself as something as a researcher and she could never subject someone to that sort of lifestyle.

Maybe she wouldn’t make a very good scientist.

As Arlo gives her a wary glance while leaning against the door frame, she stands, just as he tells her to forget everything he told her. Brows arching in incredulity, Miya shakes her head, “No,” she responds defiantly. “Even if I could forget everything I most definitely won’t.” Sighing heavily, she pushes past Arlo and makes her way to the living room. Looking back at him, her eyes suddenly feel heavy at the excitement of the evening. It didn’t help she had moved all day at that. “I think… I think I need to go to bed. Maybe when I wake up this will all be a dream and I’ll make sure to never eat sugar again,” she announces. “If by chance this isn’t a dream, well, I want to pick your brain some more tomorrow. I assume the whole sun thing is real since you didn’t come out until night, unless you just prefer the nighttime?” She asks, though there’s a feeling in the pit of her stomach that at least some of the myths were true.

“Goodnight Arlo,” she announces, turning on her heel and making her way to her room. Locking herself in, she can feel that hysteria she so pushed down rise up and threaten to engulf her. Sliding to the floor, her back against the door, she drops her head into her hands, feeling slightly defeated.